Chapter Twenty-One
Saturday night found Bristol sitting on hercouch with her Kindle in her hand, an attempt to get lost in some fictional romance. Unfortunately, she continued to reread the same page over and over, her thoughts drifting to the encounter last night in the bed of Kaden’s truck.
She still couldn’t believe she’d done something so risqué. And she’d done her best to dissect it, to figure out how they’d gotten her distracted enough that it didn’t matter that they were outside. But try as she might, she couldn’t place the blame squarely on them. Bristol had been the one to practically jump Kaden’s bones, begging and pleading for him to touch her.
She breathed in a choppy breath as memories flooded her. Their hands on her, their fingersinher. They’d brought her to orgasm with only their skilled fingers. More than once, at that.
Her body heated and she smiled.
The knock on her front door startled her out of her daydreams, had her hopping to her feet.
She exhaled with relief as she marched through the house, hoping against hope that it was Kaden and Keegan because she hadn’t seen them since last night. After they’d returned to her house, they had come up with some excuse as to why they couldn’t spend the night, and she’d pretended to be okay with it. And today they hadn’t made plans to do anything, but if she was lucky, that would change.
The truth was, she missed them. She might’ve gotten used to not sleeping alone in her bed.
Without bothering to look, she yanked open the door. “Well, I did not expect—” Bristol stopped, stared, frowned. “Bianca. What are you doin’ here?”
Her best friend’s eyes narrowed.
Was that … anger making them brighter?
Without waiting for an invitation, Bianca marched right into the house, leaving Bristol no choice but to close the door and face her friend.
“I told you I couldn’t go out tonight,” she said quickly.
Bianca glanced around as though she hadn’t been there before then settled her gaze on Bristol.
Oh, yeah, her friend was definitely perturbed.
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Bianca asked, her words soft but laced with something. Hurt, maybe?
“Tell you what?”
Bianca’s stare shifted to disbelief. “Are you serious right now, Bristol?”
“What? I don’t know what you’re talking about.” It was the truth, even though she suspected her best friend had figured out she was spending all her spare time with Kaden and Keegan and she was here to give her crap about it.
Bianca took a step forward. “When did you find out?”
“Find out what?” she asked, her tone reflecting her growing frustration.
“That you’re pregnant!” Bianca bit out.
Bristol inhaled sharply, took a step back. “How…? How did you find out?”
“Word travels. And I can’t believe I wasn’t the first person you told.” Her eyebrow lifted. “Well, after Kaden and Keegan, that is.”
Bristol was pretty sure this was what a panic attack felt like. Her chest was tight; air felt like sand coating her lungs as she tried to draw it in.
“Nothin’ to say to that?” Bianca asked, hands going to her hips.
She couldn’t speak. Her mind was already running a marathon, attempting to figure out how she was going to manage this crisis. She was going to be the talk of the town. No doubt by Monday there would be concerned parents pulling kids out of the daycare. Who could blame them? They didn’t want some irresponsible woman in charge of their children. God. And Stephanie Hennessy. That woman was going to have a field day with this, probably spread the news far and wide just to hurt her.
“Did they tell you?” Bristol demanded when she could form words.
“Who?”
“Kaden and Keegan.” Bristol ground her molars together. They’d promised. They’d sworn to her they wouldn’t tell anyone until she was ready.
